Movie Nights
A pretty standard 'straight-to-not-so-straight' story starring a wolf and his new husky roommate. How will our wolf deal with his new-found feelings? How many movie nights will it take before you finally get to read some porn? I guess you'll just have to find out.
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Now that that's out of the way, hello! Pawsroloc here. I haven't posted in a while, so here's a one-off!
You get some pretty interesting people knocking on your door when you put up a craigslist ad. I was in between jobs when my previous roommate headed towards some fancy job down by the coast, so I was desperate enough to take anyone. Well... not exactly anyone. The first woman I met told me that my apartment was haunted by a pedophilic ghost, and the badger after that's only concern was if I had enough room to store his millipede collection. Needless to say I did _not _have enough room or will to house thirty millipedes, and I'd rather not have start a summoning to cleanse myself of a spirit who apparently died from 'autoerotic asphyxiation'. So when this young husky finally arrives and his biggest concern is whether or not I care that he's taken it up the ass a few times, I welcomed him with open arms. So he's gay. Big deal. That kind of stuff has never bothered me before. In fact, Everett and I get along pretty well.
I'm pretty sure I was the one who suggested movie night. The idea was simple; at the end of every month the two of us would each pick out a movie to show the other. When it came to the classics Everett was clueless, and I kind of felt it my duty to educate him. For the first few months I made him watch the Indiana Jones series. Maybe it's the wolf in me, but I've always liked a good action/adventure movie. After that I tried to get him to watch a few horror movies, but the guy doesn't have the stomach for them. Half the time it's not even the jump scares that startle me, but his girly little screams. We'd watch my movie first, refill on our snacks, then sit back down for Everett's pick of the month. Maybe the guy didn't know a lot about popular culture, but he had good taste. Most of his choices were quirky indie movies or animated films, but I found myself really enjoying them.
After the first year, he picked up a job at the local drive-through coffee shop. He liked to joke around that the free coffee gives him enough caffeine to power through the rest of his workload, but I could tell just how taxing it'd been on the guy. Sometimes I can hear him crying in his room when I pass. It broke my heart, but wasn't like I could just barge into his room and suddenly magic away the stresses of life.
Eventually we got our own little rhythm going. What started as a monthly event quickly became a weekly occurrence. Sometimes he'd fall asleep during his movie. I used to wake him up, but lately I've just been letting him get some well-deserved rest. The poor dog was working himself to the bone, and he really needed the sleep.
Right near finals week, when Everett was at his most stressed, the husky had fallen asleep in less than thirty minutes of the title screen. When I went to nudge him awake, the tired husky slumped onto the couch, completely knocked out. The guy was snoring slightly on my thigh, and I just let him lay there for a while. I'm not going to lie, it was a little awkward having your roommate sleeping on your lap, but I just figured he was better off catching up on his sleep.
The movie was a romantic comedy about a guy and a girl who trying conning a con artist. When Everett explained it to me, I thought it was going to be a lighthearted film, but by the time the credits were rolling, I was practically crying. I am not the type of guy who let's others see him cry. My pop taught me that it was a sign of weakness, and while I don't agree with him, the teachings stuck. I debated for a moment waking the husky up, but instead I chose to let him sit there and snooze a little while I recomposed myself. It was dark now, the faint glow being our only source of light. I found myself kind of just... watching him sleep for a bit. And to be completely honest, it was more than just 'a bit'. Eventually I had to break up the party, but when I went back to my room, my mind kept replaying the events over and over again.
I decided to ignore the foreign feelings, but the seed of curiosity had already been planted. Each movie night that followed, I would find the husky's head resting on my lap once again. Every time it happened, I was plagued with the same feelings. My heart began to beat faster, and I found myself battling to stay focused on the screen in front of me. I started to rest my hand on him while he would sleep; resting my paw on his shoulder or waist. I once found myself petting him. I had been unintentionally sifting my hand through his fur for practically half the movie before I had noticed my actions. The following day I masturbated to lesbian porn four times to clear my thoughts.
When Everett's summer break finally came round, we started spending a lot more time together. Video games, hiking, cooking, the whole shebang. I even got him going to the gym with me as well. The guy was nowhere near as buff as I was, but it was good to see him taking an interest in his health.
I had managed to forget about those feelings for quite some time. Movie nights ended with a much more awake Everett, probably because he only had a job to worry about. But late one night he had suggested watching an entire extended edition of this fantasy series he loved. Halfway through the series, my worries resurfaced as I felt him press up against me. I probably shouldn't have sat so close to the guy if I was so truly afraid... but in that moment all my anxiety vanished. Why was I worrying so much? It felt nice. With that logic I found myself leaning back against him as well. I don't think either of us made it all the way through those movies. He woke me up at around four and we laughed the whole night off.
After that night I found myself getting a lot more physical with him. Pats on the back, hands on his shoulders... you know, simple stuff. He never complained, and I kept telling myself that our friendship was better than ever. That's partly because it was true. Everett and I were practically inseparable. I invited him everywhere I went, and he did the same. I met all of his college friends, and even started going out to parties with him. Campus life hadn't changed much in the time I had been absent, but when I was with Everett everything seemed new and exciting. Maybe I was feeding off of his energy. In a way, seeing him happy made me happy.
Around this time is when I started to have dreams... about Everett. I mean, you're bound to dream about the person you spend every day with, right? But the husky in my dreams was... different. Gayer. The kind of guy who threw himself at straight guys. Guys like me. The dreams would all start off the same. We'd be doing something we do normally, like movie night, and suddenly the guys hands would be all over me; touching me and whispering all types of activities we could do on the couch. It made me so... scared... so uncomfortable. The husky I knew never acted like this, and yet... the dreams kept coming.
Deep down I had known the answer to that question, but I refused to admit it. There were... a lot of cold showers after that. No matter what I did, my mind would always end up replaying the same dreams.
My sexual frustration was killing me. Half the time I was trying to get off, the bright little husky would pop into my head and I'd have to stop. I wasn't gay. I couldn't be gay. There was no way I could've gone this long without having any queer thoughts, so why now? Why Everett? Why me?
I think I was glad when school finally started back up for Everett again. The guy was taking seven classes this semester, and while I'd stop by the drive-through coffee place to chat, we both understood that he didn't have as much time as he used to. The more the bright-eyed husky had on his plate, the less 'quality time' we could spend together. The months that followed were like a breath of fresh air. Not only did the dreams stop, but Everett's coworker Stacy had 'stumbled upon' my number. Now I'm not usually interested in gazelles, but she was a solid nine out of ten.
So while Everett was slowly consumed by his work, I was busy coasting throw my job and social life. Movie nights were a monthly occurrence again, and I'd simply nudge the dog awake if he started to get a bit too close for my comfort. For once, everything felt right in the world.
That feeling lasted three months. See, while I was loving life, the husky was beginning to crack under the pressure. I guess I should've noticed sooner, but by this point I think it's pretty obvious that I was intentionally trying to distance myself from the guy. Hell, even Stacy asked me if Everett was doing alright. So yeah, there were a lot of signs, but I looked the other direction. Like I said before, I couldn't just barge into his room and magic away all his problems.
Except I could've. Or at least, I could have helped. I took the easy way out and decided to ignore Everett. Thing is, it wasn't Everett I was hiding from, it was myself. I was afraid of those dreams... those feelings I kept trying to quell.
I had never met Everett's parents, but they sounded like wonderful people over the phone. The two lived on the other side of the state and were getting worried about their son. Apparently he hadn't been returning their phone calls. They asked me if everything was okay... and... I'm not proud of this, but... I lied. I'm not sure why I decided to tell them everything was okay, but I did. When I hung up the phone, I was wracked with guilt. Was I really going to continue ignoring the signs? Was I really this selfish?
I was on my way to a date with Stacy when I heard Everett crying from within his room. It wasn't the first time I had lingered by his door, debating my next actions.
Everett was curled up on his bed, head turned towards the wall he was leaning on. He told me to go away, that he was okay. I told him that I knew he wasn't. I stood in the open doorway, listening to the husky's sniffles, waiting for him to say something. It must've been more than five minutes of shared silence before I asked him if he wanted to be alone. He said he didn't care.
After that I closed his door and left the apartment. I had made up my mind by this point. It wasn't long before I had fished out my phone and was apologizing to Sarah. I think she could tell that I had a good reason for calling the date off, probably from the grave tone in my voice. I hopped into my car and made a quick trip to the local rental shop. I can still remember the confused look the cashier gave me as I stacked over thirty DVD's on his counter. Luckily a popular pizza joint was nearby, and I bought more than enough food. He was still on his bed when I returned. I think the two huge bags from the rental store and the four pizzas gave him enough of a clue as to what I had planned.
We chose the movies at random. There were some pretty good ones, but most were really awful. We couldn't even finish a few of them. He would never say much during the first few hours. He just sat on the other side of the couch, occasionally smiling at my jokes. The third movie was this foreign drama about two lovers in a mental institute who commit suicide to be together. I didn't see the ending coming; until Everett pointed out that the two lovers were blatantly named Romeo and Juliet. We shared a laugh at my own stupidity as the credits rolled.
I asked him if he was doing better. He said he wasn't, but I took pride in getting the husky to crack a small smile as he said it. In that moment, I couldn't help but notice just how fragile the man looked. The husky's ears were folded forward, blue eyes turning away from mine as he hunched forward in his seat. How long had my roommate been suffering? How long had I been ignoring his struggles? In that moment, the feeling racing through my heart wasn't guilt, but desire; a burning want to help him where I hadn't before. I placed the next movie in, some modern adaptation of a sci-fi classic, before sitting back down next to the husky. He didn't object as I slid up next to him, our sides pressing up against each other.
It wasn't long before we were falling back into our routine. His head resting against my shoulder as we watched film after film. Eventually Everett started putting more and more of his weight against me. I knew the dog was getting tired, so I asked him if he wanted to lie down. He nodded his head as he watched me sidle over to the other side of the couch. I gestured for him to join me as I slowly lowered myself, my back pressing against the arm of the sofa. My heart raced as I watched him slowly crawl over me. I let out a sigh of comfort as he lowered himself on top of me, his head pressed up against my chest. Everett's body heat was so reassuring, so calming. It felt... right. We didn't put another movie in, neither of us daring to end what the two of us had started. Eventually his breathing evened out into a familiar pattern, my hand slowly rising and falling against his stomach. As I looked down at the husky, I wondered what he thought of all this. Maybe he had wanted this all along. Or maybe he had no idea that I felt this way about him. I didn't know. The only thing I knew for sure is that I was happy to have him so close to me. I snuck my paw beneath his shirt and slowly began to run my fingers through his fur.
That night my dreams were silent. There was no sign of Everett, no lesbian orgies, no Stacy... just an overwhelming sense of satisfaction.
When I awoke, the husky's familiar weight was still pressed against me. Everett was already awake. The fingers of the hand I had slung around him were slowly being spread apart by the husky's own digits. I nudged him slightly, letting him know I was awake. Before he could jerk his hand away from mine, I closed my fingers around his, pulling his hand closer to his chest. He sounded so confused. Wasn't I straight? What about Stacy?
I didn't answer. I still didn't want to think about it. It all seemed so pointless now. The only thing I could focus on was the person cradled in my arms. I interjected his endless barrage of questions with one of mine. Was he feeling better? I watched his head bob up and down as he watched our fingers intertwine. I asked him if he wanted to get a little more comfortable. Once again, I watched him slowly nod. It was all the permission I needed to pull myself up and off the couch.
It wasn't hard to carry the husky down the hall. Everett had always been smaller to me, even if he had been putting on some weight at the gym. The trip to my room was quick, due to my impatient pace. Carefully, I lowered the smiling husky onto my bed. He lay sprawled out on the bed, clothes disheveled, a goofy smile plastered on his face. Playfully, Everett asked me what I was doing. I told him the truth... that I had no idea.
Kissing came naturally for me. After all, there isn't much of a difference when it comes to lips. His grunts of pleasure kept spurring me on as I let my hands explore his body. I found myself cupping thin air as I moved my hands up his stomach. Suddenly the man panting below me, his bulge ground up against mine, became all too real for me. I pulled away from his lips, looking down at the man... my roommate... and reassessed what I was doing. It was as if reality was finally catching up to me. Sensing my fear, Everett asked if I was alright with this. I looked at the husky beneath me, his expression wracked with concern. My emotions were waging a miniature war inside my head. I had battled these feelings for so long, and yet here I was; dry humping my roommate like there was no tomorrow.
I willed myself to kiss him again. I had come this far... why the hell should I stop now? The kiss was slow, and forced, but as I pulled apart his lips with my tongue I could feel my hesitation slipping away. I gripped his waist tightly as I felt him buck against me. There was something so... surprising... about the way Everett ground against me, his heavy moans filling the room as we rocked back and forth against each other. I had thought the act so unnatural before today. How could two guys grinding against each other feel so right? So good?
Suddenly, I found myself thrown to the side. In less than a second the husky was on top of me, his tongue lolling out of his mouth. My ears flattened as I felt the husky press our cocks against one another, the fabric of my underwear grinding up against my flaring knot. Everett didn't let up as the intensity of our hips quickened, the head of my cock now poking out of my jeans. His bucking grew erratic, and I could hear him let out a high-pitched gasp of relief as his hips grinded to a halt against mine. I could still feel the husky's paws playing with my nipples as he lazily thrust his hips against my sensitive member. It wasn't long before I too was bucking uncontrollably, practically whining for release. I felt Everett's fingers worm their way into my pants, his fingers gripping my knot. I cooed as pulse after pulse of my hot seed rolled across my bare stomach. I looked up into Everett's blue eyes once more. The husky lay atop me panting, his hand still locked around my sticky knot.
Needless to say, I called it off with Stacy. And Everett's doing just fine now. He's just survived his junior year, thanks to me. The guy had been feeling completely overwhelmed, and all he really needed was someone to help him out a bit. And uh... I guess I'm not as straight as I had originally thought. I'm still trying to figure all this stuff out, and Everett's been more than happy to help me figure this stuff out. Movie nights are back to being a weekly thing... even though we can really only get through one movie before we start 'breaking in' the new couch. Now all I have to do is figure out a way to tell my parents that I'm bi. Shouldn't be that hard, right?
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